The still trembling Pyro's breath hitched as the world slammed into a temporary slow motion; the enemy Scout rounding the corner, gun raised, recognition setting a fire in his eyes as he started to aim and his finger curled around the trigger.
The firebug swiveled its flamethrower in a wide arch, the flames licking out of its fiery mouth, watching it bite down on his arm and slowly devour his sleeve.
His mouth opened in a yell lost on the wind, the fire maker could almost see the bullets exit the barrel and wiz past its mask, feeling the prick of the shells biting into its leg.
Swiveling its gaze down it saw the lifeblood of its flamethrower dripping into the snow, the liquid fire lost and useless to it now.
"OH JEZUUUS!" The scout shouted as the sudden heat engulfed him. He stumbled backwards away from the red demon before him, loosing his footing and falling back into the snow. The angry hiss of ice putting out the flames left him rattled but relieved as his sleeve took the worst of the fires wrath.
Wide eyed he looked up to see the Pyro advancing, its fireman's ax raised to swing.
Scrambling to his feet he ducked under the blow it delivered, floundering for his bat but it was swallowed in the snow.
He looked up and came directly to the lenses of the demon thing, his own face reflected back in the glass; and lashed out with his gloved fist.
The glass shattered in its frame as its head twisted back, ax falling over the edge of the snowy cliff. It screamed in a high pitch wail of agony, followed by the sound of rage as it clutched its broken lens like a pierced eye.
Shit shit come on, come on! The Scout took those precious seconds to find his trusty bat, and turned the tables, having it raised and ready to strike his prone opponent.
The Pyro staggered, the bat coming down clean on its shoulder, forcing it to one knee, a muffled shout leaking from its respirator.
Scouts victory was short lived as it howled in defiance and lunged for the runners legs, bringing him face first into a pile of snow and shoving his face in deeper.
They rolled, punched, hell the Scout even tried to bite the damn thing, gasping for air whenever he could.
Lungs burning, chest heaving he tried to straddle it so he could give it the ol' right hook, but it rolled free, leaving him half hanging in thin air. He blinked and saw the cliff side under his nose. He screamed, kicking back; desperately trying to back away from the cliff's edge.
Both teams know all to well falling over the edge would mean certain death; respawn would be out of range if they hit the bottom, and the odds of landing on a ledge on a good day were so small that you'd be good as gone.
An ash covered boot kicked him right between the eyes and the world spun as his head rolled back in the snow.
"SUNUVA." he hissed eyes scrunched up, watering uncontrollably; vaguely seeing the devil rise to its feet, unsteadily.
"How'dya like me now!?" Scout spat as a little blood trickled from his mouth and he kicked out with both legs, ready to end it.
The firebugs footing gave out under itself at the blow, its lower half vanished over the edge of the cliff, and into the storm.
Scouts cocky grin fell as the gloved hand clamped down tight on his ankle at the last second. He twisted and clawed at the snow but found no handholds, gravity pulling them both down to the sharp rocks below.
"No No NO NO NO NO NO!" he screamed, his voice rising higher and higher as he felt himself start to fall.
His headset cackled to life as his hands slipped and clutched thin air.
"OVERTIME"